Albert Einstein is credited with defining insanity as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. If that’s the case, I must be a lunatic for repeatedly yelling instructions at my golf ball in mid-flight Continue reading
NFL tight end Kellen Winslow was recently caught masturbating in his Escalade in the middle of a Target parking lot. And I thought I was excited about the playoffs!
In only a month, my quest is complete, my Holy Grail has been attained, total glory stenciled onto my scorecard. Where to begin?
“I actually think the back is playing a little bit easier.”
Before I proceed with my review of Dylan Dethier’s 18 in America, let me first say that two things will piss you off about this book.
“You pat him on the back and say congratulations and enjoy it and tell him not to serve fried chicken next year. Got it? Or collard greens or whatever the hell they serve.”
“I’m not going to lie. He’s not my favorite guy to play with.” -Sergio Garcia
I’m a brat. I’m a 44 going on 45-year old man but still, I’m a brat. Or at least I have brattish tendencies.
Golf is a four-letter word. So is fuck. When I’m on the golf course, those four-letter words go hand in hand as often as “Jack,” “Coke” and “FORE!” It’s the nature of the beast. This weekend, Tiger Woods showed us Continue reading
I lay there on my sofa early Sunday morning, flu-ridden, back aching, both contributing to my insomnia, as I fruitlessly wished for a cure for all three.